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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 3:24 pm
Nuawahn waited for Mella on the softly white snowdrifts, mitten-clad hands sheathed away from the cold and propping up his chin. His hair fell in golden rivulets down his shoulders freely, save where they were confined into golden braids. He looked thoughtful, and he was indeed thoughtful, though his thoughts were not as deep as his posture might suggest. Nuawahn did not like deep thoughts. They brought him too close to a threatening reality – that the world was not sunlight and flowers and snowmen. It was a reality too often revealed to him, and he preferred happy thoughts to the rest.
Still, he did think, despite what some frustrated people might say. He was thinking about how tall the mountains were, and how they seemed to pierce the haze of Sauti and touch the sky. He wondered if they were neighbors to the stars that had accompanied him all through Tendaji, or if the stars were further still. That would, he thought, be impossible. Nothing was further than the mountaintops.
He did not try to think about his prior meeting with Mella, though he knew he had met her before and was waiting for her. The past was strange and amorphous to him. Nor did he try to puzzle out who Uquin was. He knew she would explain, when she came. People usually did, when he didn't understand.
He turned, brightening at the crunch of snow under feet into a happy, innocent smile. Was that Mella, now?
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 12:01 pm
Hiking through the snow Mella smiled and waved to Nuawahn. He looked more chipper than he did during that game before. “ Hello.” Her hair bobbed while she walked and Telwren was snuggled up safely in her sash. There was just something about the cold snow that always made Tel cranky so she was fine with letting him sleep. She took a glance over at Nu. He looked fairly well bundled which was nice because she had her art supplies and wanted to let him paint a bit if he was interested as the last time she had showed him he had been fascinated by it. “I made sure to bring the sketches you asked about.” There were a few of Uquin that she didn’t think were too bad or too personal. She was smiling even brighter just thinking about him. She couldn’t wait for the next time she passed through Yera to let him know she had met Nu again. It would be nice for Uquin to hear how a patient of his was doing now after all there it’s not like he met most of them again later unless fate was kind. “I didn’t keep you waiting too long did I? I wanted to grab a few extra things in case you wanted to try your hand at sketching I remember you liked it before when I painted on that rock for you.” She started to look around for a good place to set up. Thankfully once she spread her blanket out she would have a nice safe snow free zone to work.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 9:47 pm
”Hi!” he chirped, waving enthusiastically as she joined him. It was Mella, and that was just wonderful. ”I'm glad you came!” he was excited to see the sketches – he remembered them, blurrily, but really it would be like seeing her thoughts on paper for the first time and what a great concept that was! Ideas, on paper, recorded forever and returned with every glance. Wouldn't that be nice? He practically bounced on his rocky perch in excitement. ”I'd love to try!” he said gaily, managing to bounce himself off the rock and onto his feet, landing lightly in the snow. ”Will you show me how?” he cast his mind back, as far as he could into the fog, remembering – very vaguely – the capramel she had painted on the rock. It had been a capramel, hadn't it. His gaze grew distant.
There was no capramel any more.
But he wasn't thinking about Amma today. Amma thoughts came later.
He was thinking about pretty art things now, and so he dragged himself out of the fog and plunked himself right back in his good mood. ”Are you going to paint on a rock here?” he asked her, watching with interest as she picked out a suitable location, ”What are you looking for?'
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 5:24 pm
“Of course I’ll show you how I know you’ll do great. I wouldn’t miss catching up for the world. So this way you can show me what you saw too!” She found a nice spot and worked on putting things out they would need. “ Oh the spot was for a good place to sit. Snow melting and getting you wet after a while gets a bit uncomfortable.” She made a face showing it wasn’t her favorite pastime. “ so spreading out a blanket on fairly flat ground really helps with sandy or snowy areas. I spend more time in Tale then I used to since Uquin lives in Yera. I guess the sand you helped me to walk in first isn’t so bad when you get used to it.” She winked at him remembering he gave her that advice a long time ago. “oh and here are a few of the sketches.” She opened her journal and flipped to a few charcoal sketches of Uquin. She had a few from his time at the camps and how she saw him now with his scars and missing eye. It didn’t matter what he looked like, to her, he was always strong and protective. Perhaps it showed in how she sketched him. Perhaps not but she hoped so.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 8:50 am
Nuawahn had no idea what she was talking about – who needed to learn how to walk through sand? He couldn't remember, and he didn't know, and that was nothing new so he just kept smiling, kept nodding, kept listening. ”Yup! You get used to it! Oba is full of sand, and it doesn't even have grasses to hold it together! A big mountain of sand can be there one day, and then, the next morning, it won't!” he commented, peering over her shoulder. ”Is that Uquin? Oh wow! He has a neat face!” he chirped, envious, ”I wish I could draw. I've tried, but I can't.” He looked at the picture a little bit more, trying to find some sense of familiarity, some proof that he had met this man. Nothing. He knew it was a face, of course, but he didn't remember who it was or why he might know him or... anything. Oh well. He shook his head, a little dissappointed. He'd been hopeful but, that was that. He couldn't remember.
”He looks big and strong and manly.” he said finally, ”Is he your husband?” he asked, looking at her questioningly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 7:30 pm
Mella briefly wondered what it would be like in oba and added it to a place to visit some day after all she might find some interesting scenes to paint there. “so it’s just gone?” She held up a hand and splayed her fingers out in imitation of a something just vanishing to thin air. The thought was a bit unbelievable. Snow left because it melted. A whole hill of sand just gone seemed ludicrous. Her face turned bright red and she had trouble breathing for a moment when he asked about Uquin being her husband. “ah well I suppose you wouldn’t know since we met again after he helped you from the camps the first time and I don’t know if you two met after that b-but we aren’t lovers.” Her mind added a yet after that but her doubt always dubbed it down in case Uquin found someone else who interested him more. “Though we seem to get along well enough that maybe someday we might become i-interested in one another in such a way.” Mell was already interested in him in such a manner and then some but just admitting it even to someone as gentle as Nu was hard. Though with as many sketches of Uquin as she had it might be hard to deny...
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:32 am
”Mm hmm!” Nuawahn said, nodding, ”Gone! Well, all the sand is somewhere else, maybe not as a mountain, but the big tall pile is gone in the morning! And all my footprints with it...” Actually, it was kind of a sad metaphor for Nuawahn's life – a whole something could be there one day and gone, without trace, the next, without any memories of what it was, why it was so important, or how Nuawahn had come by it or left it. Whole chunks of his life were there one day, gone the next. It was sad and frustrating.
”Ohhhh, you're just friends!” Nuawahn took her at her word as she flipped through the book, finding many sketches of Uquin's interesting face gracing the pages, ”A really good friend.” he commented, his smile widening. ”You want it to be!” he said, understanding her to an eerie degree, ”You should be his wife! You really like him, so you should tell him. That way he knows it too.” he nodded with child-like authority before giving her a sly look.
”So, whats he like?” he asked. Despite her claiming he had met Uquin, he couldn't remember meeting him, or hitting his head, or talking to him afterwards. He had a vague sense that she was probably right, but he also knew that if he didn't remember, he just didn't remember. ”He must be really nice! Because you're nice!”
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 12:34 pm
That would make it so easy to get lost the thought was a bit unnerving more over did that mean you could wake up with a pile of sand on your tent or even buried alive in it? That would be something she would have to look into before she made a choice to head south. She would ask caravan travelers later after all who would no better than those who were most paranoid about losing wares and the like in the sand on how to prepare for a trip.
She blushed redder each time Nua looked at the sketches of Uquin and commented. At one point the cool breeze touched her face and she was certain that it was the only think keeping her from bursting into flames on the spot. Nua’s confidence in her confessing was a bit relieving and unnerving at the same time. Still it seemed so much like him that she couldn’t help but laugh. “True but even if I tell him it might take a while before becoming a couple much less his wife. Still thank you Nua.”
Her smile did dim just a bit because it seemed Nau didn’t remember Uquin which was silly because she had seen the two leave the camp together once. Though perhaps it was only for a short journey and he was taken elsewhere so she shouldn’t be too surprised. The smile came back just as bright as it had been. “Well he is very gentle and reserved. He speaks plainly and is always honest which makes him so easy to talk to. He is a compassionate healer. He handles stressful things with a grace that seems almost unnatural and yet it suits him all the same.” A finger traced the edge of one of her sketches cheeks. “So yes he is really nice but it’s so much more than that.” She blushed and made a face. “Still if you let me I’ll talk about him all night and you’ll be sick to death of it. So lets try something else.” She flipped a few pages back until she found an empty page. “Still if I remember you said you haven’t sketched before? I remember painting on a rock for you but it’s really not the same as sketching like this. Want to try?”
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